"Huh..." Seeing the Eraser Angel disappearing from sight, Snow sat back on the piano bench with some weakness in his legs and looked into the distance blankly. Although the final result was very gratifying, facing the human body of a god
, still brought him considerable pressure.
That is not the so-called aura, majesty or anything like that, but a real sense of existence - even if she has secret power.
Being able to borrow the ability of Sequence 5, Snow could slightly feel the traces of fate. In his eyes, fate is like a big net, and every living being is walking on the net. The average person is like a bug, even if he crashes into it desperately
, are just ripples that make certain threads of this network appear.
But the lady just now seemed like a planet. Just existing there brought terrifying oppression to the web of fate, and even caused the creatures on the surrounding web to involuntarily roll down towards the position she suppressed.
This is the gravity of fate.
Rubbing the Holy Emblem of Night that he had exchanged for the Antigonus family notes in his hand, Snow cheered up slightly. Under the turns of "education" from the two gods, his ghosts finally withstood enough beatings and finally
Curb back your fun-loving nature and become willing to obey orders.
But he knows that this is not a permanent thing, and they must completely unify all consciousness before they can "heal the scar and forget the pain".
This is not difficult to do. All you need to do is use the ability of Pavlov's Dog to leave a conditioned reflex sufficient to serve as a "switch" in each divided soul's consciousness.
For example, like in some games, as long as a certain keyword is mentioned, you will involuntarily obey the command...
Of course, this keyword must be sufficiently concealed and off-the-beaten-path, and the effect must be to obey the orders of the main consciousness rather than just absolute obedience. Otherwise, Snow can almost foresee that in the future, someone will accidentally say a certain word, which will end up killing him.
Controlled funny scenes.
Carefully placing the powerful Holy Emblem of the Night into his arms, he redirected himself so that he could face the piano again.
The sight of the true Creator had slowly retracted after the Eraser Angel left, and the increasingly agile Made in Heaven also put away its vigilant and worried gaze.
…
Audrey stood by the window, holding the doll that was very similar to herself in her arms, looking at the mist of light yellow and black iron covering the sky in the distance with a slightly worried expression.
She listened to the sound of the piano coming from nowhere, and her hands holding the puppet were a little tighter.
"Is Mr. Devil okay?" Audrey listened to the majestic melody and thought silently in her heart. Although in ordinary people's ears, pianos only sound good and bad, but as Mr. Devil's piano teacher, Audrey can understand clearly.
You can clearly hear Mr. Devil’s unique habit when switching between keys.
But a few minutes ago, the sound suddenly became a bit mechanical. Although it was still full of Mr. Devil's personal style, it seemed like there was a difference between listening to a live performance and listening to a record.
"Audrey, you have to work hard! What if such a danger happens next time? You have to protect your parents! Instead of telling them the information, you can only wait for the results quietly.
"
Audrey was lamenting her lack of ability, but the music in her ears suddenly became more vivid again.
"Well, it's Mr. Devil, and he plays better than before!"
Audrey felt the courage and hope that emerged in her heart along with the changes in the sound of the piano. She took a deep breath. At the end of her sight, the thick fog was quickly dissipating, and the sound of the piano was slowly approaching.
end.
The heavy rain that did not belong to winter fell heavily, and her mood became much calmer. She didn't know how long she waited, but Audrey finally waited for Earl Hall to come home. She couldn't wait to step forward and asked with concern:
"Dad, how's it going?"
Earl Hall handed the coat and hat to the waiter and responded with a gentle smile:
"Solved, but the specific process is still unclear. My little princess, you really helped a lot this time. You deserve a ton of medals!"
That's good, that's good... Thanks to Mr. Fool's reminder, and thanks to Mr. Devil's letter... our Tarot Society once again stopped the conspiracy of the evil organization, and once again saved the world!
…
At Red Rose Manor, the angry-faced Deep Blue Priest Raydal Valentine was staring at the corpse on the bed that seemed to have been squeezed dry. Through various occult methods, they confirmed that this was indeed the corpse of the third prince.
But when they tried to channel the spirit, they found that the spirit body had already dissipated. It was not that it dissipated naturally or was forcibly destroyed, but that it seemed as if it had never existed from the beginning.
He held down the captain's hat on his head and turned to look at Anthony Stevenson beside him. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
But Anthony still looked like he didn't say anything, making the newly appointed Archbishop of Backlund Diocese of the Church of Storms look even more ugly.
Essneck had just resigned due to the murder of Duke Negan, and before he left, he mentioned to him that the Church of the Night seemed to know something, but was unwilling to say it.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said:
"What about the source of the information? Why did you know about the Witch Sect in advance? And the sound of the piano is also in the North District, right? Who is he? Why can you know it in advance? And that gangster! Why are you and the royal family there?
Interfering with our investigation! Whose force are they from?"
"You understand, we need to protect the safety of our informants." Archbishop Anthony's expression was gentle and his tone was calm. He seemed not to notice the volcano-like mood of his new colleague in front of him that was about to erupt.
"Informant? You told me that people from the Aurora Society are informants?"
Raydal Valentine finally couldn't hold back his irritable mood and roared at the Archbishop of the Church of the Night, who was one rank taller than him in front of him——
"That's the power of the evil god! It belongs to the true Creator! I even suspect that this smog was directed and acted by him! He did it to make the evil god come!"
"I know..." Anthony muttered in his heart. In fact, if there was no oracle, he would have felt the same way. In other words, if it had not been for the oracle, the red gloves would have already surrounded him when the piano sounded.
But since it is an oracle...
Anthony will not disobey.
After all, as a senior member of Sequence Three, Anthony already knows many secrets. Therefore, he understands the fundamental reason why the Church of Storms and Aurora will become mortal enemies. Naturally, he also knows that there is no real conflict of interest between the Church of Night and the Aurora Society.
They dealt with the Aurora Society just to protect their believers, and this time, the Aurora Society protected their believers, so they naturally did not need to hold on to them like the Church of Storms.
Compared to playing the piano this time, he cared more about the former colleague who caused the meteor to fall.
However, he definitely couldn’t say this directly to the grumpy old man from the Church of Storms, so he put on the traditional expression of the Church of Night and said in a gentle and quiet voice:
